The talk we never had
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I didn’t stop walking until I reached the private dressing room at the far end of the studio. My fingers were still trembling when I dropped into the chair.
The air-conditioning hummed softly overhead, but it did nothing to cool the heat crawling under my skin.
I could still feel his gaze. I could still feel the way his eyes had stayed on me during the shoot. Like I was something he couldn’t stop studying. Like I was still something he wanted.
The thought made my stomach twist violently.
“No,” I muttered under my breath, heaving a sharp exhale. “I’m not doing this again.” I shook my head, staring myself in the mirror to affirm.
The door opened, the footsteps of the two people that came in behind me was distinct. I didn’t need to turn to know who they were.
Madame Marissa walked in first, followed by Jade. Madame Marissa crossed the room, only stopping beside me.
“You seem off today,” she said immediately, planting a palm on my shoulder and hunching over. "Is everything really okay?"
“I’m..." I sighed. "I'm fine,” I said, tone low and unconvincing.
I wasn't fine. I was far from fine.
Madame Marissa looked behind her exchanging a glance with Jade. Neither of them believed me.
She stood back, allowing the silence of the room to reach me.
I leaned back in the chair and forced a scoff. “ It's just some minor inconvenience.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt.
“That’s all.” I added. But it wasn’t. Not even close.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted the room. It was three sharp taps that made all three of us turn.
The stylists? Holly?' I wondered who it was.
The door opened before anyone could respond. It wasn't the stylists, nor was it Holly.
It was Nicholas!
He stepped in, his dark eyes searching about until they found me.
I froze. Overwhelmed by the shock and surprise of him entering into this private dressing room that was supposed to be closed off to other people. Especially him!
I felt the air in the room shift instantly.
'Why is he here?' I wanted to ask.
But Madame Marissa moved first, placing herself slightly in front of me as if to protect me.
“Excuse me?" She said coldly. “This is a private space. You're not supposed to be here.”
However, Nicholas wasn't listening. He didn’t even look at her. His irridescent, dark eyes remained on me.
Only me!
“I need to speak with her,” he said, voice calm and controlled.
Madame Marissa crossed her arms. " You don't get to speak with her just 'cause you say so-”
“I said. I need to speak with her.” This time, his voice hardened. He shot a cold glance towards Madame Marissa, exhibiting that danger in him that I knew all too well.
I was pissed off at his entitlement. Oh God I wanted to tear down that ego of his. Does he still think he runs the show?
I stood slowly.
Because something in me snapped at the certainty in his tone.
“Madame, Jade." I called.
Both of them turned to me immediately. Madame Marissa's eyes widened seeing the look on my face. She stepped close, frowning.
“Madison—”
“I know..." I said, cutting her off before she could voice her concern...
Madame has been my savior, my life guide. She'll always be. But this time, it's my personal issue, I have to face it myself.
" Give me a minute. I'll be fine, I promise." I told her.
The silence that befell the room was heavy.
I saw Jade shift uncomfortably near the wall from the corner of my eye. Madam Marissa looked like she wanted to argue. She opened her mouth to speak, only to heave a sigh.
"Come on, let's go." She told Jade in a low voice as she turned and left the room. Jade followed, eyeing Nicholas on their way out.
Nicholas walked in further once they left, standing in front of me. As he came close, my heart thrummed loudly in my chest, but I didn't back down. I held his glare, my anger boiling deep within me.
Yet, I maintained my calm.
He wants to talk? Of course, we can talk. Finally, we can talk.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said. “for the last five years. Did you really think you can do what you did and just keep away from me?”
I couldn't help but blink hearing this. I looked at him, unsure if he was serious at all. This entitled bastard, he didn't even try to beg. Despite all he'd done he still thinks he's entitled to me?
“That’s your opening line?” I tilted my head slightly. “Really? After having searched for me for five years?" I jabbed, flashing a pitiful smile.
I was pissed underneath the smile. But I enjoyed the shift in his expression.
His brows inclined and his jaw tightened slightly.
But his indifference returned faster than I expected. “I didn’t come here to argue,” he said. “I came because I need to be in my daughter’s life.”
I went still, feeling my face drop. For a second, I forgot what it meant to breathe.
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